a plain morning

it's yet to be determined

but the air is thick

and my hope is feeling worn. i'm missing home

and i'm glad you're not a part of this

there's parts of me that will be missed. and the phone is always dead to me

so i can't tell you the temperature is dropping

and it feels like. it's colder than it ought to be in march

and i still got a day or two ahead of me

till i'll be heading home

into your arms again. and the people here are asking after you. it doesn't make it easier. it doesn't make it easier to be away. i'd like to hire a plane. i'd see you in the morning

when the day is fresh. i'm coming home again. coming home again. coming home again. when the day is fresh

i'm coming home again. but it's warmer where you're waiting. it feels more like july. there's pillows in their cases

and one of those is mine. and you wrote the words i love you"